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Nicknames: Treader, Treaderface, Treado, Stinky, and Peedunkey (Huttese for "Punk"). AKA "Gray" to some of his pals and aquantises.
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Badges:
Quick Bio:
-mutt
-pound dog
Likes: Toys, attention, food, and playtime.
Pet-Peeves: Being overly bossed by Cookie, being told "no", being ignored, and not being allowed to get loose.
Favorite Toy: He used to hate squeaky toys, but has since learned to tolerate the squeaking. He likes anything stuffed.
Favorite Food: Switched him over to the prey model raw diet in September 2008, and been loving it ever since. Now that's real dog food!
Favorite Walk: ANYWHERE! As long as he can explore and run.
Best Tricks: He knows 23 at this time. He learns rather fast. His best trick for now is posing and holding the pose when I take picture. He's gotten really great at it.
Arrival Story: I'll let tell you in Treader's words.
The shelter found me wandering the streets. Particularily Bark Drive, Kingsland. My humans had been looking for a Sheltie for months, then they heard about a "Sheltie look-alike" (me!) at the pound. They went in to see me. I wasn't adoptable yet. The shelter though that I was a Spitz mix, because of my tail. My humans didn't want me at first, but they called two days later asking about me. The shelter got mixed up on what dogs my humans were talking about, so they said that I hadn't passed my temperament test and was put to sleep. Hardly! Two weeks later, my humans saw a flyer with my picture in it at the bank. It describes me as "Camden [my old name] is a friendly and well socialized Sheltie mix". My humans called the shelter once they were homeand asked about me. Then they went over to the shelter to adopt me. I didn't think they were going to get me. But then, someone took me out of my kennel. I thought maybe they were going to do something to me, but she handed me to the girl who was interested in me. I was so excited I tugged on my leash ("let's get out of here!"). My new humans brought me to their home. Turns out later that they found out that I had been the "Spitz mix", and the shelter had changed it's mind on what breed I was after giving me a closer look.--------This is the shelter that I got adopted from: HSCC
Bio: Treader is a social butterfly, but is not the same way with strangers that he is with those he knows. He will ask my family to pet him, but will wait for his adoring public to come to him. Even though he's neutered, he likes ALL girl dogs. (Except Cookie. She bosses and bullies him and he's wary of her.) His coloartion is tri-headed white. You can see another, older picture of Treader here:
gotpetsonline.com
Forums Motto: Don't Tread on me Dogster Local Spots I've Marked: Integrity Animal Hospital and Boarding The Last Forum I Posted In: Dog nipped my daughter!
Come, sit, laydown, down, stay, up, fetch, "get out of the kitchen", wave, shake, "which one?", dance, high5, "Lassie", spin, "look at me", move, quiet, "ring the bell", "nibble" (scratches my hand with claws), over, "office" (goes into a room, after which the door is closed), put up your dukes, and tunnel.
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Some websites that I'd like you to see:
PitBullLovers.com A free resource web site devoted to the positive image of the American Pit Bull Terrier.
My website: Questdriven
It's about the ethics involved in dog breeding which most people aren't aware of.
Angel
Angel lived right next door to me, and she ran off one day and didn't come back. They think that someone may have thought that she didn't have a home and kept her.
Angel is still missing. Please send good thoughts her way, pray for her, and if you live near St. Marys, GA, keep an eye out for a small black dog with long fur. (See her pictures for better idea of what to look for.)
I got loose again this evening. Mistress was a bit peeved with me and told me that if I didn't come in right now, I'd be camping outside for the night. I knew she wouldn't follow through with it. I'm too precious to her for her to make me stay outside to supposedly risk getting run over by cars or getting stolen.
She walked towards me and I ran off to make her chase me, but she just turned and went into the house, yelling "Happy Trails!".
Then I wanted in later and she opened the door and asked me how I liked camping. Then she let me in. I knew she would do that. Humans are so predictable.
Mistress had me practice the jump this evening. At first, I was thinking that I had better things to do than jump over some plastic stick. I gave mistress a ruff time, ignoring what she said, and even running past the jump instead of jumping it. But then she said "no!" while I was running around. I stopped, shocked. She usually likes it when I run around, especially when she has a camera like she did then.
Then she told her to go over the jump again and I did. And then she made a big deal out of it. Giving him back scratches/rubs. The whole nine yards of attention. I like attention better than almost anything. She has found that attention is a better motivater with me than toys or a treat.
Anyway, I got great at jumping after that. I even jumped higher and less sloppily.
Mistress already knew that motivating a dog is rewarding it with a reward that the dog thinks is good enough to work for, but the truthfullness of that concept was really driven home today.
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